After the regular Saturday cleaning/laundry/wandering around the house looking for trouble I decided I'd go out on my bike and find out how far I could go on a trail I'd noticed close to home. The parents have tried this trail but only a very short way in you have to cross a river and I think they turned around at that point. Not me. I carried my bike up and down a levy type thing made out of huge lava rocks, then dragged it up the really steep parts and set off on an adventure. It was good fun, I found myself on the other side of Hurricane when the trail ended. I could see Leeds and Smith Mesa when I decided I'd gone far enough. I was riding along towards home when I realized I was unconsciously looking around for my dogs every now and again, catching myself wanting to yell out to them to catch up. I did this a bunch of times before I admitted to myself that my adventures just aren't the same with out them. That lead me to think about how grateful I am that they found a caring family. It really is the little things that make me realize how blessed I am.
When I got home I decided the palm trees needed some help. Due to